Didn't that Flying V originally belong to a guy named Brett? He had one just like it. His mom bought it for him. It cost $800, which seemed more like $8000 to me at the time. I thought his parents must be either unbelievably wealthy or insane. At the time, I had a Pace SG copy that I bought used at Marcantonio's in Newburg for $25.

Brett Malone? That sounds right. I don't remember for sure. He was not too tall and had blond hair that looked a little weird like maybe it was dyed. He turned me on to George Thorogood, who I had never heard of at the time.

I am Wabbit. I am Goddess of Flowing Orange Garments. I am back... and I am here to say remember what you wore, baby! Not one of us may avoid the What-were-you-thinking? - God of 80s fashion! Pampdog? Seriously - are you that innocent? Shall I dig into the photo albumn???

The shirt and sash were pieces of "found art." You see, days or weeks earlier in our career we appeared at the battle of the bands in the - wait for it - Post Chapel. Now this sanctuary was fully stocked to outfit a whole CHOIR of guitar players. The two guitar heroes' wardrobes weren't truly off-the-rack, though, even that's where we found them. You'll notice the choir robe is curiously waist-length. The sash was the excess material from the on-the spot alterations. Billy just knew how to tie everything together.

Like a gigantic hand scraping its fingernails across the chalkboard of West Point’s concrete, the sound of the dodgers in transit was a fluid social stain designed to disrupt with impunity the otherwise perfect and repressed order of the Academy.